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When Shangchu came out, he didn’t bring his mobile phone with him, and when he returned to the ward, the nurse who made the rounds said that his mobile phone had been ringing at first, but she was afraid of disturbing the rest of the old lady next door, so she turned off the alarm and turned it to silent.

Shang Chu said thank you. The nurse smelled the smell of cigarettes and alcohol on his body, and his coat was wrinkled, and he looked sloppy. She guessed that this unfilial son had gone out to fool around, so she frowned and said, "Be careful yourself." Son, don't drink alcohol to provoke your father, if his alcohol addiction is re-emerged, his liver will be rotten, spend so much money a day on treatment, don't you think it's worth it?"

"Isn't it almost rotten already?" Shang Chu said with a smile, his head was in a daze after most of the bottle of liquor was poured in, and he was a bit tongue-tied when he spoke, "How can it be so rotten?"

Most of the patients living on this floor come in because of alcoholism, so the doctors and nurses in the liver and gallbladder area especially hate drinking.The nurse rolled her eyes at him, and said angrily: "You are too, your dad is not watching when he is like this, and even let him drink, he almost got ICU!"

Shang Chu didn't know if he heard it, so he waved his hand casually, and the nurse stamped her feet angrily, and pushed the cart away.

He turned on his phone and saw that Song Yao had called him three times and sent him more than a dozen WeChat messages in a row. He clicked on it and glanced at them, all of them were asking where others were, and said that the Xicheng branch had issued documents. Yes, I was notified that the selection will start next week, and the detailed rules have also been announced. I want Shangchu to prepare quickly; the academic committee notified in the professional group that they will go to the dormitory one by one in the evening to pick up the internship volunteers to fill out the form, and ask them to ensure that they are in the dormitory from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] in the evening. , cannot be handed in by roommates, but must be handed in in person, please reply when you receive it.

Shang Chu swipe his finger down, dazzled by the word "received" on the screen, he reads one avatar after another, message after message, he doesn't know what he is looking at, dozens of "received" Looking at it, he followed up with a reply, and added a playful tilde at the end, so that others can notice the difference at a glance, and they can tell that it was him who sent it.

Less than ten seconds after his message was sent, there was an extra reply immediately below.

"receive."

He typed a tilde and the guy typed a period.

Shang Chu paused with his fingertips, staring blankly at the head portrait that appeared under him. It was that stupid dog named Xiaoqi. He had bathed it and snored its fur. When it was happy, it would lie down and show its It has a pink belly and likes to lie on people's laps to beg for food.

He added a period to the two words and looked back and forth for a while, then pointed his finger on the small period, drawing a thin arc.

Shang Chu is drawing a circle.

The gap in the small circle was slowly closed under his fingertips, and the moment the last gap was filled, Shang Chu's heart suddenly sank heavily, feeling that something had ended along with the full stop.

There's nothing left.

His head was getting heavier and his eyelids were getting heavier, Shang Chu kicked off his shoes and climbed onto the hospital bed, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

He didn't get a good night's sleep for seven or eight days in a row, and he slept very badly under the influence of alcohol. He lay motionless on his stomach, and the family members next door almost thought he was dead. breath.

After six o'clock in the evening, Shang Lijun finished the ascites puncture with an infusion tube in his hand, and was pushed back by three nurses, who woke Shang Chu up.

He turned over and got out of bed, without shoes on, and moved Shang Lijun back to the bed. His hospital gown was not buttoned properly. Shang Chu helped him pull up the clothes, and then covered him with the quilt. The nurse told him that he must never No more drinking.

Shang Lijun kept his eyes closed, Shang Chu knew he wasn't asleep, his eyelids moved so violently, he probably couldn't bear the pain.

He looked at the time, went to the cafeteria downstairs and ordered a bowl of porridge, and spread out the small table on the bed: "Eat."

Shang Lijun moved his wrist, but did not open his eyes.

Seeing how swollen his fingers were, Shang Chu took a mouthful of porridge with a plastic spoon and brought it to his mouth: "Open your mouth."

Shang Lijun opened his mouth, and Shang Chu sent in the steaming porridge. The porridge was very hot, and the rough edge of the spoon scraped the corner of his mouth. steaming.

Shang Chu didn't bother, Gu Zi picked up a chopsticks of green vegetables and stuffed them into his mouth, Shang Lijun closed his eyes and began to chew mechanically, before swallowing a mouthful of food, Shang Chu was like a robot whose interval time was set, Immediately after, a second mouthful was inserted.

The old lady's son in the next bed was also feeding the old lady, coaxing her like a child. The old lady thought the meat was too oily, so the son scalded it with boiling water; Just poured a stack of soy sauce to dip it in.

Shangchu listened to the conversation between the mother and the child, and there was no wave in his eyes. The warmth of the 22nd bed had nothing to do with the 21st bed. There was a curtain between them, as if two worlds were separated.

Shang Lijun couldn't do it after eating less than half a bowl of porridge. There was a murky sound in his throat, and then he vomited and spat it out.

Shang Chu immediately picked up the plastic bowl containing the porridge to pick it up. He vomited violently. The vomit overflowed from the small bowl and trickled down Shang Chu's hands. On his shoes, the sour and smelly smell soon permeated. The old lady scolded me so disgusting. Her son said that he should go downstairs to eat in the small garden. The old lady snorted and shouted. Whatever you go, if you want to go, they will go!

Shang Chu turned a deaf ear to the scolding, took out a plastic bag and put it next to Shang Lijun's mouth, the plastic bag was soon full, and Shang Lijun was too tired to vomit, vomited out of his mouth intermittently, like clear water things, mixed with blackened blood at the back.

Shang Chu gave him a few tissues and tied the bag tightly. Shang Lijun covered his mouth with the tissue and lay motionless beside the bed.

"Are you still eating?" Shang Chu's voice was very calm, "If you still want to eat, I'll go buy it."

Shang Lijun shook his head, looked up and saw that Shang Chu's hands were covered with filth, his body was also covered with dirty things, and there was even a vegetable leaf he spit out hanging on his hem.

"Forget it."

Shang Chu threw the plastic bag into the trash can, and when he got up, he saw Shang Lijun leaning over the bed and staring at him with blank eyes.

"Sit down," Shang Chu said, "the needle is crooked."

Shang Lijun muttered a few words, then paused, and then squeezed out a few dry words from his throat that had just been corroded by stomach acid: "Go, go wash, don't worry...don't worry I."

Shang Chu lowered his eyelashes, took a tissue and wiped his fingers clean one by one: "I know."

At night, Shang Chu lay on the ground and couldn’t sleep. He started to have a headache when he closed his eyes. He took out his mobile phone, and Song Yao sent him a document, which was the selection rules posted by Xicheng on the official website. It's quite a routine assessment item, and there's nothing special about it.

Shang Chu saved this document. The front page of the document is a hand-drawn drawing of the gate of the Xicheng Sub-bureau. In front of the gate are two majestic and inviolable stone lions.

He stared at the cover for a long, long time in the dark. He had never been to the West City branch, but he felt familiar with this place.

He has memorized the great achievements of the Xicheng branch. The year before last, he cracked a major Omega trafficking case, which caused a national sensation; last year, he cooperated with an overseas team to rescue a transnational prostitution case and rescued more than 50 Omega at home and abroad; just last month, Xicheng destroyed I joined a local MLM organization in the capital, and under great pressure, I uncovered the umbrella hidden behind... Shang Chu privately asked his master to borrow the file and read it over and over again. Every time he put himself into the front-line criminal police, imagine what if What will he do on the spot, imagine that he and Bai Aize's photo will appear on the honor roll, he will be a lighthouse, and he will ask the future juniors to follow his example and follow his light.

Guan Qiping, the captain of Xicheng criminal investigation, said many years ago that "the police are the sharp sword of the people". Shang Chu has remembered this sentence for several years. the first page of each notebook.

These words planted a seed in his heart. He always thought that Shangchu was the sharpest sword, and Xicheng was the most suitable scabbard for him, and nothing else was worthy of it.

He looked at the seven big characters of "Capital City Xicheng Branch" under the police badge, and felt so far away for the first time. He clearly felt that he was rusted, his sword was blunted, and he couldn't see the sword. The direction the tip is pointing.

Maybe he can still enter the West City through the selection, maybe he will have a chance to enter the first team, maybe he can let his profile picture appear on the honor roll with Bai Aize, but later people will only say that he was illuminated by Bai Aize.How lucky he is, he is fortunate to stand beside Bai Ai Ze, he is fortunate to be sheltered by Bai Ai Ze's wings.

Others say that Bai Aize is a rare genius in the police force, and he is the morning star in the sky, but he just borrowed the light from the stars.

The more he couldn't do without Bai Aize, the more he relied on Bai Aize, the more gloomy he was.

He wanted Bai Aize to illuminate him, but he was afraid that Bai Aize could illuminate him, and he was even more afraid that even Bai Aize could not illuminate him.

Shang Chu closed the file, clicked on Bai Aize's WeChat avatar, a dialog box popped up, and the last message was from the day before yesterday, which was sent by him.They were in class at that time, he typed and asked Bai Ai Ze if he could have a popsicle after class, Bai Ai Ze turned around and gave him a brain bang.

Shangchu twitched his forehead reflexively, and immediately closed the conversation page.

The phone screen gradually dimmed, and the last bit of light disappeared from his eyes. Shangchu put his hands flat on his chest, stared at the ceiling with dry eyes, and felt a splitting headache.

I don't know from which day, from which moment, he became no longer him, he was no longer Shang Chu.

In the middle of the night, Shang Lijun got out of bed and got up at night. Shang Chu hadn’t fallen asleep. He heard the movement and got up to help him. When he reached the door of the toilet, Shang Lijun pushed Shang Chu away, saying that he wanted to come by himself. Shang Chu didn’t say anything. He closed the door and waited for him at the door. .

After a full 5 minutes, there was no movement in the toilet, not even the sound of the toilet lid being lifted.

Shang Chu frowned, and knocked on the door with his fingers, suddenly there was a sound of flushing water inside, followed by the sound of water running in a panic, and someone frantically turned on the shower head.

The toilet in the hospital cannot be locked for safety reasons. Shang Chu opened the door and saw that Shang Lijun was flushing water at his lower abdomen with a nozzle, and his outer pants were still wet on his body.

The toilet was filled with a strange smell, and there was still liquid at Shang Lijun's feet that he hadn't had time to flush. Due to taking medicine, the thing he expelled was a rich orange-yellow color, and Shang Chu knew what it was when he saw it. thing.

Without frowning, he stepped forward to take the shower head, turned up the water temperature, and said calmly, "Take off your pants."

"You go out first," Shang Lijun's lips trembled violently. He didn't know if he was frozen. He covered his crotch with his hands, bowed his waist like a shrimp, turned his back to Shang Chu, and stomped his feet anxiously. Repeatedly, "You go out, go out, you go out first..."

The floor in the toilet was slippery, and he staggered and nearly fell down. Shang Chu closed his eyes, raised his head and exhaled foul air, then squatted down, and pulled Shang Lijun's pants down with one hand.

Shang Lijun screamed and jumped up suddenly as if he had been greatly stimulated, and kicked Shang Chu's chin with his heel. Shang Chu slipped and sat backwards on the wet ground. The water that came out hit Shang Chu's face upwards in streams.

"Die! Go crazy!" The old lady was woken up, she didn't know what she threw on the ground, and screamed, "Do you know what time it is! Howling!"

Shang Lijun clutched his trousers tightly, as if he wanted to protect his last bit of poor self-esteem in front of his son. His hands trembled violently, and he tightened his trouser belt tightly, making a deep cut on his protruding stomach. of the depression.

He turned around slowly, and saw Shang Chu slumped on the ground with his hands propped up on the ground, while embarrassing muddy liquid remained on the white tile floor.

"You first..." Shang Lijun's loose facial muscles trembled, and he stretched out a finger to point to the door, "Go out, go out..."

Shang Chu pursed his lips, got up from the ground, picked up the nozzle and sprayed it on both palms for a while, the curling mist rose in the narrow toilet, he couldn't see Shang Lijun's face clearly through the white mist, All I knew was that he was clenching his trousers tightly with both hands, so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

He turned off the nozzle, turned to leave, and suddenly came Shang Lijun's trembling voice from behind: "I'm sorry, I'm not human, I'm not fucking human... Dad, I'm sorry..."

Shang Chu was taken aback, and closed the door from the inside, blocking the old lady's scolding from the outside.

"I'm not a human..." Shang Lijun said, "Dad hurt you, Dad shouldn't go look for it, shouldn't go, I'm not a human..."

Shang Chu heard what he was talking about.

He stood facing Shang Lijun with no expression on his face.

He has become numb to Shang Lijun's confession every time after drinking, and Shang Lijun's collapse can't stir up any waves in his heart, but this time seems to be a little different. Shang Chu looks at Shang Li who is tortured by illness and looks like no one. Jun, clearly felt the sting from his chest.

Shang Lijun said these words over and over again, and Shang Chu watched him quietly until his legs trembled, and a stream of orange-yellow liquid dripped down his legs again.

Shang Lijun's body froze, he lowered his head slowly, watching the puddle of liquid flow out of his trousers, and flowed to Shang Chu's feet along the cracks in the tiles.

"Is there any wine?" He suddenly raised his head, stared at Shang Chu, and said deliriously, "Get me a bottle of wine, fuck your mother's wine!"

Shang Chu looked at him silently.

He opened and closed his lips up and down, and the two rows of teeth collided with each other to make a crisp sound. He looked at the surrounding environment lazily, and finally fixed his eyes on Shang Chu again.

"Are you awake?" Shang Chu put his hands in his pockets, raised his chin, and said coldly, "Wash yourself."

He turned around again and wanted to leave, but there was a sound behind him——

"thump!"

Shang Chu's heart skipped a beat, and the needle pierced heavily into his heart.

Shang Lijun knelt on the ground, tears fell from his dark blue eyes, across his wrinkled face.

"It's dead, it's dead..." Shang Lijun said, "Dad, please, it's dead, please..."

Facing the old wooden door of the toilet, Shang Chu opened his mouth but couldn't speak, only his chest heaved violently, breathing in vain.

"It's dead?" the employee at the payment office asked.

"Well," Shang Chu nodded, "How much money is left, all refunded."

"3000 two hundred and 82," the man said, "why don't you keep watching? Your father is seriously ill."

"No money," Shang Chu replied succinctly, and then asked, "What about the batch of medical equipment he smashed last time?"

"Ah?" The man flipped through the list, "I didn't see the reimbursement came up, either it wasn't broken, or someone paid for it for you."

Shangchu's Adam's apple rolled, as if he had expected this answer a long time ago.

Didn't break it?How could it not be smashed.

Just the TV and ventilator he smashed, I don't know how much it costs.

"How about I help you ask?"

"Okay, I'm sorry," Shang Chu left him a phone number, "Just ask how much it is, and tell me the amount."

They left the hospital after completing the discharge procedures. Shang Lijun was rarely in good spirits, and asked Shang Chu to help him buy a ticket back to his hometown.

"What are you doing there?" Shang Chu asked.

Grandpa went there a few years ago, and Shang Lijun still has an elder sister in Xinyang, but the two of them have not been in contact with each other. Shang Lijun used to drink alcohol and often go to his elder sister's place to make troubles, and the relationship between siblings is very tense.

Shang Lijun didn't say anything, and insisted that Shang Chu buy a ticket for him, as if he was going back to Xinyang to do something great.

"understood."

After sending Shang Lijun back to Chengzhong Village, Shang Chu took the bus back to the chief police officer.

There are only two days left in the semester, so it doesn't matter if you don't attend class, everyone is busy preparing for the selection, and the school teachers know about this situation, and they are very loose about attendance checks.

He went straight back to the dormitory, and stopped when he reached the door.

There are two thermos barrels.

He couldn't eat much during this time, so Bai Aize went to buy a small pot and a transformer, and made soup for Shang Chu in the dormitory.

He didn't show up for two days, and Bai Aize didn't call or send him a message for two days, but he left two thermos buckets at his door.

Shang Chu slowly squatted down and picked up two small buckets, which were heavy, and he didn't know if they were cold or not.

He carried two thermos buckets into the dormitory, unscrewed the lids, and closed them again just as he was about to open them.

Forget it.

Shang Chu didn't go out for a whole day, and at the beginning of [-] o'clock in the evening, the school committee knocked on the door to collect the form, and Shang Chu handed over the form.

This internship is very important. The college has repeatedly confessed that the form must be submitted in person, and it needs to be confirmed in person before it is accepted.

The school committee took Shang Chu's watch and asked without looking at it: "Isn't it the Xicheng Branch? After confirmation, it can't be changed."

"No." Shang Chu said.

"no?!"

The school committee was taken aback, and then looked down. The seven words "Xicheng Branch of the Capital City" originally written in the first volunteer column were crossed out, followed by another line of small characters, and the positions for the second and third volunteers were empty.

He could swallow an ostrich egg with his mouth open, and pointed to the form in disbelief and asked, "Are you sure? It's this one?"

"Sure." Shang Chu said.

"No," the school committee swallowed, and said again, "If you hand it in, you're doomed, and you can't change it!"

"know."

Shang Chu slammed the door shut.

Not long after, there was another hasty knock on the door, and Shangchu got out of bed irritably, opened the door and said, "I'm sure the report is—"

"What the hell are you doing!" The person outside the door was Song Yao, frowning, "What the hell have you been doing these two days! I told you to prepare for the selection of you, right?"

Shang Chu breathed out, closed his eyes and said, "No."

Song Yao stood outside the door and stared at him. Neither of them spoke. After about five or six minutes, Shang Chu put his hand on the door frame and said in a low voice, "Ah Yao, I'm tired and I want to sleep first. gone."

Song Yao held the door with one hand to prevent him from closing it, looked into Shang Chu's eyes and said, "If I hadn't seen your fucking face now, I would have punched you right now."

"Whatever you want." Shang Chu said.

"What's the matter with you and Bai Aize," Song Yao said, "One or two are going to die. If the elders quarrel, they will quarrel. If it's a big deal, let's fight?"

"Ah Yao," Shang Chu suddenly smiled, "The one hundred thousand you gave me later is his money, right?"

The expression on Song Yao's face froze: "You know?"

"I knew it from the beginning." Shang Chu said, "Don't tell him, I will pay you back in the future."

"What do you mean by that?" Song Yao pushed him on the shoulder.

Pushed by him, Shang Chu took a step back, and said, "Go to sleep first, we'll talk about it next time."

Song Yao stared at him for a long time, seeing that Shang Chu was really out of spirits, so he sighed: "He asked me to bring you a sentence."

Shang Chu was startled: "What?"

"He told you to walk slowly, don't fall."